The happy dance was danced for the sleep that Owen got. Me not so much because I listen for every single sound and wonder if it will wake him. Even when I do sleep it’s still with the edge of knowing that I might have to be awake. It’s a complicated version of sleep that maybe I will master one day. He was excited to be up and ready for his day. His greeting to me was full of everything he wanted for the day all bundled with the proof that he was going through a growth spurt. “Tablet good morning Mommy I’m fine how are you church mud let’s play in the mud waffle do you want a waffle sausage dog no pancake,” he said. Breathing seemed to not be an option until the very end. I hadn’t had my first cup of coffee so my greeting was a quick good morning and a thanks for an answered prayer for him sleeping through the night. I started fixing his breakfast and got my coffee. Sometime between first and second breakfast he came to me and started reciting the applications he had used for school that he no longer has access to for one reason or another. I was sitting so this was all about an inch from my nose. The dude does not forget a thing he doesn’t want to forget that he can’t use these apps anymore. He kept asking for me to get ready for church. He didn’t want to miss it like he had missed going to grandma’s house yesterday. He reminded me numerous times that he slept all night long. He was so excited about going to church that he started getting himself ready. He had run off to his room but I thought he was getting his robot. I heard him say “Help” but he wasn’t overly excited yet. The “help” got louder and he came around the corner. He had taken off his pajama pants and got his jeans on. He came to me for help because he couldn’t pull them all the way up but it was because he had put them on backward so I told him he had to take them off and he said, “Try again” before I could say anything else. He didn’t scream and put them back on without any problems. I helped him zip and buckle them. He told me to get ready but I told him we still had two hours until we were leaving. He did all of this without being upset or screaming. This is what we call great progress. I was working on my laptop and he came to sit with me before church. He was all dressed and ready to go but he sat there interacting with me, under the covers, and laughing about everything he was doing. This was a perfect morning. After church, he wanted to play in the mud but he hadn’t worn his rain boots and I didn’t want his new shoes to get muddy. He said “park” and numerous other versions of why he wanted to go all the way home. I told him we could go later after we ate lunch and got his shoes. I convinced him to take a dip in his tub pool. I told him we could go to the park after music tomorrow. We shall see how that goes. When he got out of the bathroom he only wanted to put on pajama bottoms and he told me he would put socks on at bedtime. I said how about a shirt for bedtime and he said, “No shirt today He has it all planned out. I think he enjoyed watching the movie with me yesterday even though he didn’t really watch it. Before bedtime, he asked to watch the Curious George Halloween movie. We worked on our Christmas crafts and then he sat with me under the blankets for our movie. He was much quieter this time but still talked a lot. He’s very excited about his day ahead and I’m praying he sleeps tonight. Dream the possible dream and watch the miracles happen. I’m thankful for my miracle. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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